A Fantasy

I wrote this little fantasy for my new friend. I posted about him before and things are definitely looking up for us. We both have some rather intense spanking fantasies and I can't wait until we are able to start fulfilling them for each other.

I hope you enjoy this little insight into my mind.



I walk in the room and find you sitting there, obviously waiting for me to arrive. I am already nervous as I notice you sitting in a hard, straight backed chair. My heart beats so hard in my chest I’m sure you can hear it and the heat between my thighs is incredible. I start to speak but your hand goes up, stopping me before a word comes out. You quickly motion to your lap and I know instantly what you want.

I gently place myself over your knees, still fully dressed, not sure exactly what is to come. You begin to lightly rub my bottom through my skirt, pausing every so often to slip your hand underneath my skirt. I know you can feel my heat already and I am a bit embarrassed at my instant reaction. You continue to rub, hard and with more force. Soon you begin slapping my ass through my skirt. There is no sting, no pain, just an intense arousal. I am squirming in your lap as I crave your touch even more. I spread my legs just a bit, hoping you will reach between my thighs and touch me. Instead, you shift position and pick something up from the table beside you. It is only now that I notice the table, various items laid out, all of which make my heart pound in my ears. I feel the first slap of the hairbrush through my skirt. I know the feeling, even with clothes on. Again there is no sting, but the sensations are driving me mad. All I want is that release and you are agonizingly slow at bringing it. You continue with the brush on my bottom, harder and faster until I begin to feel the heat in my cheeks. The more I squirm the more I am aware that my skirt is rising more and more and soon I will be exposed. As if you are reading my mind, you stand me up and unzip my skirt, letting it hit the floor. As I step out of it, you push me back down across your lap, making sure that your fingers dance across my soaked panties as I position myself for more of your delicious torment.

You begin again to rub my cheeks, building the anticipation more and more. In no time at all I am squirming and raising myself up to keep your hand in contact with me. I am so wrapped up in the feelings that I am not prepared as your hand begins to rain down slaps on my already warm ass. The first slap causes a squeal from my lips. I love it when you change the rhythm and intensity. It keeps me guessing and unprepared for what is to come next. You continue, almost without mercy, to strike my bottom. The slaps come hard and fast, with no break in between. I am squirming more and more, and the sting in my bottom is getting worse. I begin to wonder if I can hold out for whatever it is you have planned.

Again you shift position and I know that I will be feeling something else on my quickly worsening bottom. The first blow from the hairbrush causes the breath to leave my lungs in a quick exhale. I barely have time to inhale when I feel the next one. Then the next, and the next. My mind is reeling as my bottom is being thrashed with your slaps. I feel my legs kicking against you as I struggle, trying to get away and at the same time wanting each and every slap from you. I feel the tears beginning and the thoughts of my safe word enter my mind. Before I can process these thoughts, you stop. I feel your hands, both of them, rubbing my bottom, soothing the burn. I feel myself relax a bit as your touch turns me on more and more. I know you can feel me. The more you rub the hotter I get. I know you must feel the river running between my legs. Even though my ass is so sore already, my pussy is soaked and begging for your touch.

I try to spread my legs just a bit, hoping you will touch me. Instead, you stand me up once again, this time to remove my panties. I am standing beside you now, in a blouse and heels, but nothing else. I feel rather embarrassed at my appearance. I look at you, seeing you smile at me, knowing there is so much more to come. You reach up and unbutton my blouse, removing it, and then taking off my bra. I am now standing completely naked before you, wanting to cover myself. You laugh just a little and ask if I am ready to continue. Of course, I am always ready for whatever you have in mind.

Once again I am over your lap and your hand is rubbing my bottom. I continue to try to get you to touch me where I need to be touched, but you dance around those places, driving me closer and closer to that delicious moment.

I notice you reach for an implement again and I see you bring out the paddle. I brace myself for this next barrage. I know that the tears will soon be flowing freely. I cannot help but cry when you spank me with the paddle. It brings about such an emotional state, not just the pain in my bottom but the vulnerability I feel.

However, there is no preparing for the first strike. My eyes squeeze shut as I try to catch my breath. My legs kick up behind me and I feel your hand holding them down. You continue to spank me, harder and harder. Sometimes you take your time between each stroke, making me wait for the next one. Then you bring down a strong succession of slaps that leave me breathless and almost sobbing. The tears aren’t fully there yet, but they will be soon. My eyes shut tight each time you spank me. You stop just for a few moments to rub me gently. Again I am torn between the pain in my bottom and the pleasure between my thighs. It is such an exquisite feeling. To be so turned on and in such delicious pain at the same time is enough to send my mind spinning out of control.

Again you have me stand beside you. I am so aroused that I feel like I will explode if you will just touch me one time. I brush up against you, attempt to hug you, to bring myself close to you, to somehow get you to reach your hand down and bring that orgasm I am craving.

But you push me away, and turn me away from you. You stand me in front of the chair and bend me over until my hands are touching the seat of the chair. You use your foot to push my legs wide apart, exposing me to you. My back is arched and my ass is upturned and ready for what comes next. My juices are running down my legs, making it more difficult to concentrate on anything else.

I don’t have to wait long. Your timing is perfect. With one hand you begin to slap my ass and with the other, at the exact same moment, reach down and pinch my clit between your fingers. I let out a loud moan and move against your hands. I am shaking at the contrasting feelings of pain and pleasure. You continue to spank me harder and harder and rub my clit faster and faster. The combination is almost too much and I feel the tears begin to fall down my cheeks. It’s as if that is the release I have been craving. I can’t hold back any longer and I cum all over your fingers, drenching your hand in my own juices. This release doesn’t stop your spanking however and you continue to paddle my ass with your hand. Your other hand is exploring deep inside of me, opening me up to you as I thrash and buck against your hands. Your fingers know exactly where to go and you find that one spot that makes me lose all control. My moans change to almost screams as I cum harder than I ever have. I grip the sides of the chair to keep from falling as my knees buckle.

As my orgasm subsides, you continue to lightly rub my ass and my pussy at the same time. I am in such a wonderful place that it will take me quite a while to come back from.